Booth held the keys in his hand, but didn't put them in the lock. "I think there's something I should tell you first."
Leaning on her crutches, Brennan tilted her head. "It sounds serious."
He sighed. "Listen, Bones, about the stuff that you had shipped back from Boston."
"What about it?"
"It got back two days ago. I had it delivered to your apartment."
She pinned him with her blue eyes. "Why are you telling me this now?"
"I don't want you to come in and spend the night here unless it's really what you want to do. I wan't you to have all the facts, so you're sure."
"Unlock the door, Booth," she ordered.
He smiled, but instead of unlocking the door, he dropped the keys at his feet. She looked down in surprise, but back up just as quickly when two warm hands cupped the sides of her face.
The kiss wasn't teasing this time, at least not like the one he'd delivered before the date. This one was full of promise, hunger, and heat. They gave and they took in equal measure, Booth letting the passion he'd hidden for years take over.
At that moment just before all sense is lost, Booth managed to pull back enough to lean his forehead against hers. My goodness, he thought.
"Maybe you should get that door unlocked," she suggested.
"Yeah," he agreed, his voice lower than usual. He ran his thumbs over her cheeks, relishing the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips. He wondered what the skin under the dress felt like. "Are you sure you're up for this?"
"I've always been very athletic, Booth. I'm sure we'll find interesting ways to work around the cast." She gave that low laugh again that sent his blood racing. "I'm looking forward to the challenge."
He let go of her to retrieve his keys from the floor. "I'm interested to see what you come up with," he said.
A/N: If you are a reader hoping the next segment will include some sort of racy bedroom scene, let me disappoint you now. This story is rated at T and will remain that way. Sometimes, things should just happen behind closed doors, at least in this story.